Missing Him

My life is so much different since he has been gone. I miss him. The sound of his laughter. His voice. Everything. I remember when he would come and get me for  the summer. I loved the trip up to vt. I got to spend time with him. We wouldnt have to talk just to be in the same place. Sometimes i forget that he is gone and just want to talk with him. I still cant get used to the fact that he is gone. This year will make six years. Some days it feels like yesterday. He was the man i have ever known, my hero.